He watched as he retreated in a hurry, trying to avoid.
Jian Yanyan rushed forward, standing in front of Su Junhao.
Ning Yang's fist had already swung out, just a centimeter away from landing on Jian Yanyan's face, the wind from the punch causing her hair to become disheveled.
Jian Yanyan closed her eyes.
Ning Yang retracted his hand in shock, "Yanyan, you..."
Jian Yanyan was too frightened to open her eyes, slowly opening one eye just a crack, and then gradually opening both eyes fully.
Ning Yang stood before her with a face full of pain, "Why do this?"
"He's my friend, I forbid you to hurt him. The issues between you and me, we'll solve them ourselves. I hope you don't involve the innocent anymore, alright?" Jian Yanyan steadied herself and said.
